Anne Sexton

(9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974 / Newton, Massachusetts)

August 8th - Poem by Anne Sexton

Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
Ask my imaginary brother, that waif,
that childhood best friend who comes to play
dress-up and stick-up and jacks and Pick-Up-Sticks,
bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics.

Or form a Piss Club where we all go
in the bushes and peek at each other's sex.
Pop-gunning the street lights like crows.
Not knowing what to do with funny Kotex
so wearing it in our school shoes. Friend, friend,
spooking my lonely hours you were there, but pretend.


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  • Gold Star - 14,311 Points * Sunprincess * (1/31/2014 2:51:00 AM)

    ..........memories of childhood so vividly recalled... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 11, 2010


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